Darwin. It’s not breakfast time, yet. Go back to sleep.
Snuffle, snuffle, snuffle. Paw, paw, paw.
I can feel Darwin walking around the foot of the bed, nonchalantly pretending to be quiet but oh-so-craftily making just enough noise to make me stir. David, of course, remains blissfully asleep.
Loud yawn. More snuffling. A weighted, silent pause . . .
Here it comes.
Flying fluffy dog lands on the bed, neatly between David and I, blending right into the fluffy white duvet. I slide my eyes open just enough to see a black nose and a wet tongue coming my way for morning kisses. I groan and turn away, but it’s too late. He knows I’m awake. Awoken mom leads to walk and walk leads to breakfast. He is highly motivated. I bury my head in the pillow, knowing there is still a smidgen of hope that Darwin might turn around a few times and settle down to give me a generous extra ten minutes.
Circle, circle, circle. Snuffle, snuffle . . . snort . . .
Looking up, I see Darwin’s blocky shape towering above me, his eyes downcast towards my face . . . judging. I quietly lift my hand, watch his eyes watch my hand move over to David’s still-sleeping form. I twiddle my fingers above David’s ear, trying to be silent. Darwin takes the bait and leans over David’s head . . .
Snuffle, snuffle, KISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISSKISS.
I hear David groan as I quickly steal my hand back and duck my head in silent victory, smothering a giggle. “Hi bud…” David mutters as he gives Darwin some scratches–a gesture that will only appease the breakfast-wanting beast for a few moments. David turns over. “Are you walking him or am I?”
A game we play every morning. A game he so sweetly lets me win too often, but I am repentant in my offering. “I’ll give you a choice. I can walk the dog. But if you walk him, I’ll make corn biscuits and sausage gravy.” David sighs . . . his inner battle between breakfast and extra sleep raging. I wait . . .
Corn Biscuits and Sausage Gravy
David actually prefers my buttermilk biscuits, but I can’t get over how well the corn biscuits provide an extra element to traditional biscuits and sausage gravy. The beautiful thing about this breakfast is it really doesn’t take too long. My quick-method for corn biscuits might not be the “prettiest,” but not having to roll out and cut the biscuits makes the difference between me baking from scratch and popping a Pillsbury can.
Get the corn biscuits baking and you can whip up the sausage gravy and have it done shortly after the corn biscuits come out. Don’t overthink the biscuits when you’re forming them. I promise they’ll turn out no matter what you’ve done!
If someone isn’t a sausage gravy fan, the corn biscuits are just as good with raspberry jam or hot with butter! (My plan for all the leftovers!)